Christ.
He knew the minute she had his tongue, this would be what hegot, butfuckif it didn’t feel way fucking better around his cock.
She took him there and he had no choice but to warn, “Gottafuck your face, Georgie.”
She stilled to give her permission.
Dutch took over.
God.
Fuck.
God.
Fuck.
“You swallow?”he grunted.
She wrapped both hands around his ass and dug her nails in.
She swallowed.
Then she sucked, he fucked, and finally he blew down herthroat, arching into his orgasm, his head falling back, goddamned fuckingamazing.
He was barely over it before he hauled his jeans up, tuckedhis dick in, liking the scrape against his sensitive flesh and the wet of hermouth still there, and ordered a hoarse, “C’mere.”
She pushed up to straight and he took control of the fly onher cords.
“Dutch,” she whispered.
“Shut it,” he muttered, got the zip down, wrapped an armaround her to pull her to him, shoved a hand down her pants and took her mouth.
She was wet, she was ready, she got off on that blowjob, notas much as he did, but enough it didn’t take him long to get her there, so hefingered her to orgasm.
She’d swallowed his cum.
He swallowed her whimper.
He ended it like he did that morning, with two fingers deepinside her, but as she recovered, he didn’t slide them out.
Dutch trailed his lips to her ear and whispered, “This pussyfeels sweet.”
“I hope you like it when you finally take it,” she whisperedback.
He grinned and sucked her lobe in his mouth.
She shivered.
He stroked her inside.
“Dutch,” she breathed.
“Love the way you say my name,” he told her.
She glided her fingers in his hair.
“Love your ass.”
